Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.